Warlord

Replicant can only masquerade as revelation for so long. Like a wild animal domesticated, sooner or later its true nature will take hold revealing the beast within. Bones had been having dreams for several moons now. They began differently, were set in different locations, different people were present in them, but they always contained the same content and always ended in the same fashion, waking in a cold sweat. He knew not where these dreams found their inspiration in his sub-conscious. He honestly felt as if they were memories being relived. He certainly felt alive when he woke, more alive than any time he could remember as far back as waking on the boat before it ran aground upon Agonia’s shores. Bones dreamt of war, of battles, of death, of raids, of killing and of being killed. The dreams began infrequently at first, but now they haunted him almost every night. He was known as the Warlord Sugar in all of his dreams. Swinging his mighty Tibia the Orc felled foe after foe sometimes victorious and other times falling victim himself, but always as the Warlord Sugar. The only way to make the dreams cease, he thought to himself, was to become what his nature demanded of him, to let his subconscious win, to let Sugar out. You can take a monster out of the wild but you can never take the wild out of the monster!